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BAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW [Active, Closed]

Jun 15, 2009 00:39

Characters: Naoto Shirogane, Yosuke Hanamura
Setting: Empty Bedroom
Time: Night 009, sometime after "One is the Loneliest Number"
Summary: Yosuke makes an honest effort to comfort Naoto
Warnings: eeeeeemoooooooo

( He would've felt the exact same way. )

yosuke hanamura (persona 4), !night 009, naoto shirogane (persona 4)

Comments 4

princeoffortune June 15 2009, 06:09:45 UTC

Naoto Shirogane was no stranger to heartache. Her parents died when she was young and it was hard not having them around. Other children would buy their mothers flowers on mother's day and they would make macaroni cards for their fathers on father's day while Naoto was left leaving flowers at her parents' graves. She was used to being alone, she never had anyone she could call a friend. She was home schooled when she was younger - the cases her grampa worked on could sometimes take them all the way across the country so she learned quickly not bother trying to invest herself in any sort of friendship ( ... )

princeofjunes June 15 2009, 06:34:49 UTC

For a split second - one that felt like an eternity - Yosuke was stunned. He knew Naoto was hurt. It was the whole reason he'd braved the house alone and come to see her, the whole reason he was there. Yet somehow, the sight of her crumpled in the corner, crying and gripping onto her hat and herself incapacitated him. Yosuke had seen Naoto at her lowest, had seen her hidden thoughts, had seen her biggest issues. Still, it couldn't prepare him for this. Watching her there, eyes swollen and looking so very human made him realize that even if she was one of the group now, part of him still had her on a pedestal. It was Naoto. She was the smart one, the tough one, the experienced one, the detective. She didn't show weakness, didn't cry, rarely even got flustered. That was the dream.

The crying girl in front of him who needed support? That was reality, and Yosuke had to face it.

Shutting the door behind himself, he walked over and took a seat next to Naoto, not saying a word. What could he even say? I'm sorry? It didn't cut it. You ( ... )

princeoffortune July 7 2009, 02:19:02 UTC

Naoto struggled to compose herself. She wiped furiously at her eyes, rubbed at the tears on her cheeks, attempted to look up and sit up straight as she fought with the weight on her shoulders that was threatening to push her back down. Youske did not need to see her like this. He didn't need to watch her fall to pieces. She worked so hard to keep up her appearance - calm and collected, a voice of reason. Naoto was stronger than this. She could handle this by herself, alone, just like she always had.

She was good at being alone. She was used to it - it was a painful sort of comfort.

But when he sat down next to her, wrapped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her close the wall broke. The weight fell, her stomach churned and her body shook with a painful breath.

No one needed to see her like this, but...she didn't want to be alone.

princeofjunes July 7 2009, 03:21:56 UTC

As he sat there with his arm around her and the sound of her labored breathing filling the air, Yosuke struggled with himself internally. If there was ever painful proof that he wasn't Souji, that he could never fill his best friend's shoes, this was it. His partner would know just what to say, would find the perfect words to make the situation better - but then, that was the very problem the brunette ran face first into. Souji couldn't say those perfect words to Naoto, not when he didn't remember the detective at all. If he couldn't do it, what hope did Yosuke have? How was the boy who always went to far, who started fights with Chie, who drove Kanji to do stupid things supposed to fix this ( ... )